Perfect Universe

I was there when the first spec of light hit my universe. I opened my newly useful eyes and looked around at a world that I didn't know looked like this. A span of colors and movement swirled past my wide pupils and all I could see was the precious light. Then it changed, with suddend excitement I was lifted into the air and catapolted around this new space that I was in. A space with air that at first suffolcated, but then brought life into my universe. It was a substance that carried my wails off a newly useful toungue to all those around me. And they would come. And coo. And play with my tiny hands and feet. And tell me what a beautiful thing I was. And that they were so sad that I had to come into a world like this. But I can't find anything wrong with my perfect universe.